Utah gave Edmund a thumbs-up, then swam over to the sandbar and floated across it until he reached a high point where he could sit with his head out of the water. Gratefully, he sank onto his haunches, then onto his ass, letting his aching legs stretch and float in the shallow water. He looked at the sky, resting his arms behind him, filling his lungs with clean air and his face with sunlight.

This was a beautiful place. The air was so crisp and clean, with a delicious salty tang to it, that every breath was like savoring a tasty meal. The beach was a mile of pristine sand, the water was clear, and the deep blue of the sea met the brighter blue of the horizon in a line far out in the distance. Even the rock cliff at the end of the beach was a stunning sight of colorful layers—reds, ochers, browns—and interesting shapes where the cliff had been eroded by the water over millennia. If he wasn’t here on a quest for the Aquamarine, he’d be more than happy to just sit and fill his eyes with nature’s wonders for hours on end.

Of course, the most interesting shape of all was the sleek black form of Edmund, slowly swimming up and down near the edge of the sandbar. The man was beautiful too. Kind of like an aquamarine even, with his pale skin, blond hair, and light blue eyes. They’d been together for over two years now, and Utah had known the instant they’d met they were right for each other.

Utah sat a little straighter and moved one arm from behind him to his lap, sliding his hand inside his swimwear to tug on his cock under the water. He smiled to himself. Two years into the relationship, and his dick still became hard the moment he thought of Edmund. They fit together like two parts of a whole.